Phoenix Maplewood graphite

Druid’s eagerness and subtle fawning put the remainder of Redd’s anxieties to rest.  She would think of them again when she returned to the rise, but for the moment she lived only in the present, moving and tracking as one.

This sureness was what she so missed.  She could lose herself here easily but the Rise always drew her home.  It was not in her to abandon it.

There was no speaking now.  As they tracked she lingered close, the casual mingling of their pelts a welcome reminder.  Some part of her was tempted to draw Druid into play instead, probably inspired by the sudden lightening of her mood.  If she did not need to bring home a catch she might have given in.

Instead she would focus on the hunt and the joy of experiencing it only as Redd, yet not being alone.  Whatever was caught they would share when they parted ways, and the lightness would linger, even as worries returned.

this seems like a good place to wrap?  Unless you wanted a hunt thread!  (Also I love them a lot)